Trembling, shattering –

The web of cracks so thin.

Spreading and expanding

Until only a block of dust –

Like loose chalk compressed

For a brief moment.

Seemingly only whole until

A breeze, or a light touch

Scatters the microscopic fragments.

Then only a gaping hole,

An aching void is left –

In the wake of where

You once were.

Now like a stranger to myself,

I am only whole

When you briefly pass through

That raw and ragged hole

That you used to fill.